Zach Ramos is sprawled out, half-dressed, lost in deep, peaceful sleep after a long day. But his night is far from over.
Cash arrives, his eyes locked on the perfect prey. Shedding his clothes to reveal his thick, hairy muscles, he slides effortlessly into bed beside Zach, his hands already at work, peeling away what little fabric remains. In this house, there’s only one rule—all wrestling is done naked.
What starts as playful teasing quickly turns into a heated battle of dominance. A few soft pillow strikes give way to tangled limbs, sweat-slicked bodies, and primal competition. They grapple, they strain, their strength tested as every inch of skin collides in the most intimate struggle. The action is raw, unfiltered, and relentless—cock and balls on full display—until one man is left panting, pinned, and completely conquered.
